Have you ever stared on just one tree for a very long time, and even though it has hundreds of leafs, your eyes are on only one?
Here I sit again. In the chair, the one that's next to the chair that's on your left when you enter the room. This little room, where anything could make you smile, and anything could make you cry, and where you don't really want to be noticed, but you want to be taken seriously. And where you never know if you should say something or nothing when another person enters the room. I usually just look at them. When they look in the other direction.
All of the four very white walls are decorated with either colorful paintings, or flyers that tell people like me where to go and what to do, but I never really looked at the paintings, and I never grabbed a flyer. I always stare out the window. For something. But the sky has only one colour, out there. Always dark white with a little grey to it, and it never changes. At least not outside this window.